A Nightmare

Light scurries like the rat passing the foot of blackness.

A dead silence screams; immortal and unrelenting.

My guide is of an essence not unlike a woman’s.

I am taken, through a palace once grand,

now shaking like a terrier’s tail.

I ask - please - that its ceiling may fall,

reclaiming the dagger, protruding like a hernia,

that holds my heart to its cavity, holds tired breaths in my chest. 

That I could be alone, or die as such.

Her walls are not to be so charitable.

Her statues and paintings caress her visitor

as whisky does a drunk.

Her narrow marble shoulders throw collarbones,

her eyes, if thrown, should kill a Saudi sorcerer.

I do not love her.

She scowls from hanging portraits,

corrupted thick brushstrokes spit questions at me.

I do not love her.

Nature pities me somewhat

and her kisses overcome me,

I submit my consciousness.

Madness is tentatively exiled,

and I am grateful.

My final thoughts are of her, I tremble in to oblivion.

I wish to not regret the morning.

Reviews

[Carolynn]

What a nightmare - it sounds like a dream of someone realizing they love someone they shouldn't and doesn't want to admit it - but I think this could be interpreted many ways! A great journey for the mind - thanks for sharing this!